Body, Mind, Spirit, Sectional

I love my outdoor sectional. I'm sitting on it right now. I could offer a lot of disclaimers about why it's not sooo great, or as great as the more expensive ones. I could. But I'm not gonna because it's mine and I'm sitting on it and Cleo the cat is sitting on it with me and I'm not uncomfortable.

Let me try again. I am comfortable.

Nope. Not feeling that as my truth today. Today I'm a little off balance. But it's not because of the sectional. I mean the phatter sectional would have been more comfortable sitting-wise, but the discomfort I'm feeling is more intrinsic, a general kind of anxiety-ish thinking about a lot of things I need to do or that will unfold as they will regardless of what I do.

Hang on while I do a three minute meditation. I'm setting my iphone timer.

Ahh. That really is better. It is amazing to actually do what I know works. And I know, that for me, when I'm spinning on home decor or how I look or where we live or how I'm gonna make money it's a cry for soul soothing.

My body, my house, my stuff, these are the physical homes for my spirit. So paying some attention to keeping them healthy and functional and nice makes sense.

But honestly, in the body, mind, spirit mix, I've spent way more time on the physical and mental realm than the spiritual one.  And in many ways getting right to it, to the spirit stuff, directly, I am learning, is a way more efficient path to neutral, to comfortable, than rearranging the furniture or buying more throw pillows, or getting a mani/pedi or tighter abs or getting another degree or business license.

And all that stuff is great. Me likey stuff. And if the itch is for something deeper more stuff won't scratch it. I learn this, then re-learn it, then re-learn it again.

So yes, this outdoor sectional provides seating. But that meditation moment is what allowed me to enjoy sitting here on it, with my cat, writing this. And I wanna enjoy this life now.  I'm gonna.  I am.